The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-07-07

our way to the valley, going faster al
ahead, and the devils own railroad un,
the saddle. The leather flaps had twist
ed around and kept my legs from rub,
bing against the side of the trough, but
held me like bands of iron. Even had
they not, jumping off would have been
out of the question. have never been
on toboggan, but think that people
who have will understand why bent all
my energies to holding on. l did not
faint and did not get dizzy; there was a
hideous roaring in my ears, furious
wind seemed to all of u sudden to tear
up the mountain and suck tho breath
out of my mouth, but everything was
deadly clear and distinct. ! could SEQ
black specks grow suddenly into big
pines and then shoot past mo. l could
even SEQ the snow caught in their needles
as they came whizzing up. Every in
slant, through some clearing, L could soc
the valley, in flash, and over it all was
q sickening feeling as though the noun
tain was sinking away from me, and 1
was plunging out into immeasurable
space. SO strong was this that oven
now, standing on tho solid marble floor,
l can recall the qualm and nausea as all
support seemed to give away, tho earth
| tip up and let me fall, fall, fall-it felt as
if forever. A mass Of rock as large as
this hotel was beneath me. AS l looked
it seemed to leap into the air like bal
loon. There was q black line of forest
below. 1 shot through it as through a
tunnel, and out into the light again. L
tried to shut my eyes. 1t was impossi-
ble' l tried to scream. The air had
turned to stone.
81 have read that when men arc about
to die their lives reel out before them
like panorama. Mine didn't. All 1
could think of was the crash, the bloody
mass of man and horse lying somewhere
in the valley, and / remember | was glad
in wild, crazy kind of way that it
would be all over in an instant and that
it wouldn't hurt mo. | knew we must
be nearly there. The trees and rocks
were undistinguishable, when all of a
sudden black mass flew up into my
face. [ felt that ] was being beaten,
bruised and hurled over and over, and
then everything was still.
"When the moon was well up | came
to myself. L was lying in a snowdrift,
rubbing at my head and moaning. After
long time L crawled q little ways, and
then fell down and cried for my very
helplessness. j must have been q littlo
highty, and heaven knows hows how /
found my way to Lacy's mill, quarter
of a mile beyond; but L did, somehow,
and they carried me in and sent for help.
You see the old timber shoot had fallen
into decay, and some distance above the
yard was broken place that saved my
life. When We reached it the dead
broncho jumped the trough and the two
Of us went sailing and turning and
cavorting over field of fresh snow until
We stuck into q drift about 500 yards
away. The broncho had the worst o.
it, even there, for he kept on going un
til he struck solid earth. L broke three
ribs and this arm in so many different
places that the doctor wanted to cut il
off and be done with it. What puzzled
the mill men most was that my legs cs-
capped, but the saddle flaps were worn to
fringe and l suppose that explains it.
From the point where L started to the
break was over two miles, and the old
hands there said logs used to make it in
less than two minutes. [ had no stop
watch, but I'll back myself against any
log that ever made the trip"